Tuesday 30 December 2008

Dots by Brad Frederiksen

Ancients gazed to heaven and detected dots
Winking points of light became connected dots


Embracing in a field of forget me nots
Devoted lovers dwell within dilated dots


The frame that sets our vision leaves a world without
Silent, unseen shadows – disconnected dots


The static on the edge requests of patriots
To trace their borders well beyond selected dots


My name does not determine who my friends are not
Nor ought my place of birth impose rejected dots



Brad Frederiksen, Sydney, Australia

1 comment:

Ana said...

I like all the different perspectives on "dots".
My first favorite is the second stanza. But I will have to return.

Btw: I got to this poem because it was linked to this:Anaïs: Christmas 2008